[Even the look he puts on, playing at being exasperated, can't convince anyone that he's going to stop this, especially not Alucard. On some level Trevor knows this, knows that he could have rolled away into the darkness or something equally clear as a "no" a long time ago, if he was going to stop this. On another level Trevor knows he's been thinking about those delicate hands since Alucard first came at him with a medicine-soaked cloth, and to have fingers trail over his skin without excuse or apology excites him in a way he hasn't felt in... he doesn't know how long.
(On yet another level, something about this almost feels inevitable, if only for the irony. The last of the Belmonts and the son of Dracula— he can feel his ancestors turning in their graves from here.)
Alucard moves in to kiss him in what seems like slow motion, making it so obvious, so unmistakable, and Trevor can briefly see the vulnerability behind the sarcasm and the attitude. The willingness to be vulnerable, considering that a vampire kissing a Belmont is the stuff of Church zealots propaganda. That is overwhelming, and so he shuts his eyes and winds his arm all the way around Alucard's waist instead of facing it head-on.
Trevor does not grab at him with a sudden surge of lust, nor is he stunned into stillness. But he moves slowly, his unoccupied hand sliding up into Alucard's hair and holding him close, tilting his own head to return the kiss with a vulnerability of his own that he really does not mean to share, shut up in advance.]
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(On yet another level, something about this almost feels inevitable, if only for the irony. The last of the Belmonts and the son of Dracula— he can feel his ancestors turning in their graves from here.)
Alucard moves in to kiss him in what seems like slow motion, making it so obvious, so unmistakable, and Trevor can briefly see the vulnerability behind the sarcasm and the attitude. The willingness to be vulnerable, considering that a vampire kissing a Belmont is the stuff of Church zealots propaganda. That is overwhelming, and so he shuts his eyes and winds his arm all the way around Alucard's waist instead of facing it head-on.
Trevor does not grab at him with a sudden surge of lust, nor is he stunned into stillness. But he moves slowly, his unoccupied hand sliding up into Alucard's hair and holding him close, tilting his own head to return the kiss with a vulnerability of his own that he really does not mean to share, shut up in advance.]